Navi Net-Shop

Tem blinked. TempoMan’s courteous response and prompt service caught her completely off-guard. Despite her syrupy tone, she had expected some sort of pigheaded comment from the cobalt-blue shop navi and had taken the liberty of preparing a number of cutting retorts in advance. When no such comment came, she found herself staring at TempoMan instead, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

Catching herself, she quickly shifted her body and pushed off the counter with a stumble. “I, uh… thanks,” she muttered, her upper body swaying as she managed a small wave, “I’m sure we’ll be back before too long.”

As she turned away and started walking toward the exit, the former subsystem felt warmth in her face, the corners of her lips drawing upward into an involuntary grin. Touching her cheeks with her gloved hands, Tem furrowed her brow in contemplation, which, surprisingly, failed to suppress her smile.

That’s… new. she thought, as she initialized a jack-out command and disappeared in a stream of black light.
A Mr. Prog bobbed into the Net-Shop. In a departure from the typical design, this one was gunmetal-grey, with vaguely-canine features that mostly boiled down to two triangular points sticking from the top of its head, and a ':3' face in place of the usual wide grin. More notable was the Navi, clad in a red skinsuit and armour the same shade as the Prog, holding onto its shoulder and following it inside with unsure steps. "NOW ENTERING: TEMPOMAN'S NAVI NET SHOP, BARK BARK!" the GuideProg announced cheerfully, complete with fully voiced onomatopoeia.

"Thanks," ScorchMan replied, tinder-dry. The noise of the shop's bustle was impressive, though confusing; he kept hearing the same voice jump wildly around the store, sometimes speaking in two places at once. The store was warm with activity, rife with impressions of a tide of body heat coming and going. He suddenly realized he had no way of knowing where the front desk was, short of stumbling around feeling for something.

The thought made ScorchMan want to cringe. He edged over to the wall and listened hard, casting for anything that would give away the shopkeep's position. Maybe the register would make a noise? Could he just listen for other Navis listing their orders? There were so many voices...

To Hades with it. The blind Navi waited until he heard someone thank someone else and walked over; surely even a shelf-stocker would be able to help if he told them what he wanted, right? That part, at least, he'd done his research on. Stepping as surely as he dared, ScorchMan summoned a zenny chip and a typed list and gave his best smile, nevermind that he probably wasn't looking the right way and his helmet covered most of his face anyhow. "Hello there, I've been told this is the right place for amateur NetBattlers to purchase upgrades? I'm in need of some basics, I did the math and this should cover it." He held his hand out palm-up, gesturing for whoever he'd found to take both the list and the datachip, and perhaps kindly direct him to the actual counter.

- HP Memory x1 (1000z)
- PowerUP x1 (1000z)
- Element Shot (500z
- Process Upgrades v1-5 (1500z
- Total: 4000z]
After entering and listening for a short while, ScorchMan eventually reached out to find a shopkeeper using some fairly safe quick deduction. He was somewhere just shy of the middle area of the store, by his best guess, but the voice the responded as he made his enquiry was helpful and profession.

“Hi there, just one moment sir...” There was a pause of about a second or two, and the sense of the navi nearest him moving slightly; small sounds of small objects contacting and sliding against larger displays followed before he had the sense of the other navi giving his attention more fully to him.

“Well, as you say, this is your first last and only stop for any navigator needs. Not just new battlers, but experienced virus busters and grizzled veterans alike as well. We stock everything you could need for navis of all capabilities.” There was another pause as, presumably, the speaking navi assessed ScochMan properly; the list and chip was received and accepted out of his hand.

“That ought to be no problem at all, if you'll just step this way...” ScorchMan was able to sense the close proximity of the navi moving near him, though the shop-keeper didn't ever actually reach out or touch him directly. “Just left here sir... that's right. And here we are...” A short digital registry and transfer sound followed, before a slim data loop rested neatly over one of ScorchMan's hands; it immediately communicated itself as a short tether to a number of products whose signatures matched his requests.

“Everything is in order there. Do have a good day.” There was another short pause, but the shop navi spoke up again after clearing his through quietly. “I know this might be out of place, sir, but I feel I ought to mention it, just in case, but as well as navigator supplies we do also handle a number of deeper system processes, repairs and recovery operations for navigators who suffer long term detriments – permanent crashes of various systems, that sort of thing. Your operator would have to make a more formal appointment, of course, but there is a lot we can do. I apologise; I don't know your circumstance. Many newer navis aren't aware that we offer those services though, so I felt it was worth mentioning. Either way, good day to you, and do come again!”


ScorchMan GET: HPMem 1, PowerUp x1, Element Shot, PU v1-5
ScorchMan LOSe: 4000z
That, ScorchMan thought, had been remarkably painless. Even the shopkeeper's advice hadn't felt at all obsequious, for all that he usually couldn't stand unsolicited comments on his condition. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you," he said quietly, surprised that he meant it. "Could I...well, anyway, I should talk to my Operator. Have a good day."

He'd kept track of the directions the shop Navi (TempoMan?) had guided him through. When he made for the door, collecting his GuideProg on the way out, he only missed the door by a little bit, catching the frame in his hand and patting his way out. A crimson datastream announced his exit a few seconds later, along with a, "JACKING OUT, BARK BARK!"

<(To Kotobuki Fire Station)>
((From => Jenny's Home))

Courser made his way to the store front on foot for a change... or at least, gliding on his small water eddy in a relaxed, side-on stance. The current fluttered down and faded away as he passed through the doors and stepped forward to walk properly about the store itself, waiting for one of the shop keepers to be free. After a moment he stepped forward.

"Hi there... Just looking for a couple of updates to get past a milestone or two today before I tackle other things..."
"Yeah, like the shark wasn't enough, you nutter..." To one side, a second courser had slipped out of the shadows by shop display and heckled the main CourseMan with a smirk and a shake of his head. Courser cut a glance at the clone, but did his best to ignore it for now.
"So... I need to go to NaviCust twenty-four, and Process Update twenty-five, please." He snapped his fingers and a small swirl of water encircled his hand and took the form of a tiny blue crystal, which he flipped across the counter. It was part of the spare they had left after the earlier run, so he was sure Jenny wouldn't mind him spending it too much.



NC Expansion 24: 6750z
PU 25: 2500z

Total: 9250z
Funds Remaining: 520z
Turning around from some busy orders he had been putting in for, the navi would give a smile and a nod at Courser's appearance. "Just a second sir, just give me a-" He began, pausing briefly at the mention of a shark. "I'm sorry, you mean- No, nonono, nobody's THAT crazy. Anyways, order noticed, give me a second."

He spoke hurriedly before turning back around, shaking the mention of a shark from his head as he grabbed the two upgrades for the navi, turning right around swiftly as he yanked them off the shelves, pushing them onto the counter. "You're in luck, these are the last ones we've got in stock for the moment. Shouldn't take too long to get them back in though!" He mentioned, taking the crystal with a nod. "Have a good day sir. And, please, there's this new "trend" going around...please be a -bit- more reasonable than some of the other younger navis..." He would continue on without a lost beat, shaking his head again with a mumble under his breath. "'Cybeast Challenge'...what is with these kids these days? That's just poking the hornets nest..."

Courser get: NC Expansion 24 and Processor Upgrade 25
Courser lose: 9200z
Courser held his peace and nodded his thanks to the assistant as he accepted the purchase and tucked it away.
"It's all about the view count with some, I hear. They'll do any reckless old thing for them, so I hear. Take care." With a tip of two fingers to his temple, Courser waved farewell and headed out of the shop

((To -> A cyber cafe))
Link from network.

Quote (Shopping List)

Current Zenny: 85,190z

Current Upgrades: NC+HP = 23 (8 NC + 15 HP)

HP Memory:
v16 - 6,750z
v17 - 7,000z
v18 - 7,250z
v19 - 7,500z
v20 - 7,750z

v21 - 8,000z
v22 - 8,250z
v23 - 8,500z
v24 - 8,750z
v25 - 9,000z

Total: 36,250z + 42,500z = 78,750z

Remainder: 85,190z - 78,750z = 6,440z

DragonierMan walked into the SciLab NET Navi-Shop with a piece of paper with numbers scribbled on it. He turned it around in his hands and placed it on the counter facing TempoMan. "Hello. I am in need of some expensive upgrades." He then adopted a look of shock as if he remembered something. "Oh! One moment," he said as he turned around for a moment to fiddle with a vid-window that he brought up.

A huge burlap sack, almost as big as he was, appeared on the ground in front of him. It had a big Z symbol emblazoned on it. He picked it up and spun around to face the shopkeeper, the bag hefted over his back. He then pitched forward and slammed the huge sack down upon the counter top, a few zenny coins spilling out of the top of the bag and dropping down behind the counter on TempoMan's side. Clinking and scattering all over the floor. "Keep the change," he smiled as he paid with almost 79k of bloodstained zenny.

Turning around to face Dragonierman, Tempoman would give a light bow as he did. "Expensive upgrades? Well lets see he- Holy...o-okay then...that'll be...seventy-eight hundred and seven-hundred fifty zenny then. Did you plan on paying by card or..." He continued on, eyes going wide as Dragonierman SLAMMED that massive sack of zenny onto the counter, every passerby looking intently as the sack nearly took out the entire counter by way of it's weight alone.

Tempoman, obviously MORE than a little disturbed at such a massive bag of zenny, hurriedly picked up the upgrades requested and tossed a tied up bag of everything to Dragonierman, figuring he would catch it, he would need a new counter...but the pricy upgrades combined with the warlord's penchant of utter destruction of everything in his way would far more than cover it. "H-Have a good day sir! And please...a zenny transfer next time? We...can't exactly afford you to...destroy our counters each time you come in."

Dragonierman LOSE: 78,750z
Dragonierman GET: HP UP 16-25
"I will keep that in mind for next time," DragonierMan smirked as he waved the small pouch of upgrades that TempoMan tossed him. "See you around," he stated as he headed out the door. ON TO ADVENTURE!!!